"Ah," Fin begins, "in my land the times are different (although Mirkwood/Gondor would be roughly similar) and I have had much experience at parties. If you sip little and often, you will be fine. In fact, the next party I arrange, you are both invited, agreed?"
Not waiting for an answer, he turned to the bar and got a glass of white wine.
"Trippo, we are in for a long ride here. I can handle my drink, but there are some who can't." He pointed to his three escorts who were lying, asleep on there table.
"Beautiful aren't they," he observed.
"Wonderful," Trippo replied. The Hippo then wandered of toward the Mods and Fin was left with Nerindel.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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